Island Atmosphere

From William Golding's Lord of the Flies

                         An island of enchantment

                     still as it stood under the green roof of shady palm trees.

 A great platform interrupts through the recognizing sand and lagoon.

It too stands enchanted under the caress of them criss-crossed coarse covered  palms. Them fruits and coconuts smothered the beach decomposed and contaminating.

                 The surreal and false creation was no more than fantasy of Ralph and Piggy.

Around surrounded the everblue cuticle of water and shined with replicas of the children. It made no mistake, bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral.

My Booger

It was not long ago, when I thought I'd never meet someone like you. And wrong I was, thinking that I was in control. Believing I'd never fall again. All my life I thought no one would melt a heart like mine, a heart so sore and hardened by the past, a heart protected by shields so vast. Boy, I was wrong. And deep I fell, without even knowing. And they do say, yes, fall in love, but pray that there is someone to catch you. I lied when I said to myself. I could stop loving you. I lied to myself not because I wanted to, but only because I feel that this is too good to be true. To not abide our love is nonsense. To resist this love is futile. Had I gotten the chance to meet you earlier. To remind you that you were like my booger, and that I do always want to pick you first. To remind you that had you been my pickup line, I would always resort to you first. I don't want to do anything to hurt you. And I don’t want this to just be a memory. A memory, like a ghost that never haunts.

but I just need to know, do you have the same feelings that I have for you?